The wheel
As I type this post, the world is on fire. Afghanistan. Delta. Climate change. The actual, literal fires feasting wickedly on seemingly every continent. The night seems so long.
Verde and the hurdy gurdy
I am aware of at least four definitions of “hurdy gurdy.” (Perhaps you are aware of more. Let’s talk.) A hand-cranked medieval string instrument Madness, chaos, and/or generalized cattywampus, topsy-turvy, hurly-burly bedlam Tabby’s Place (see #2) Life as a mortal being Obviously, all four of these meanings pertain to one Verde Rosenberg.*
Epilogues: September 2021
It’s October first. And when it comes to ranking the months in awesomeness, I’m here to tell you: it’s October, first.
Sunflowered
It started sometime after the pandemic became pedestrian. Circa July 2020, a new, gnawing, unshuttupable hunger took hold. I needed sunflowers.
You are not all of the plants
Lizzy and I know we’re supposed to grow. Lizzy and I earnestly wish for you to grow. But Lizzy and I would like to issue a public service announcement: growing isn’t the only thing going, and sometimes “no” is the way to flow.
Snack attack
Never underestimate the power of cured meat to complicate your day. I think Winston Churchill said that, but it might have been J-Lo.
The cicada revolution
For the second time in a generation, we were hosts to loads of locusts. Have you noticed that folks were far less revolted this time around? In place of panic, fascination. In lieu of flailing, revelation. I think this bodes well for us as a species…and, of course, for our favorite species. No, not cicadas, […]
We’re all a bunch of animals
We like to think lofty thoughts at Tabby’s Place. We like to think of ourselves as lofty beings, just a half-step below the angels. All our loftiness gets all of our cats laughing. Uproariously.
Zeppole at the zenith
No one can run your race for you. But, by golly, do you have some glorious guides.